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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	great_a	king_n	year_n	11,997	5	4.9847	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00471	Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde and is in maner of a morall playe.; Everyman.		1535 (1535)	STC 10606.5; ESTC S114637	14,997	38

¶ Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde and is in maner of a morall playe Eueryman Felawshyp Eueryman Beauty Dyscrecyō strengthe ¶ Kynne messēgere I Pray you all gyue your audyence And here this matter with reuerente By fygure a morall playe The somonȳg of eueryman called it is That of our lyues and endynge shewes How transytory we be all daye This matter is wonderous precyous But the intente of it / is more gracyous And swete to bere awaye This story sayeth man in the begynnynge Loke well take good hode to the endynge Be you neuer so gaye ye thynke synne in the begynnynge full swete Whiche in the ende causeth thy soule to wepe Whan the body lyeth in claye Here shall you se how felawshyp and solyte Bothe strengthe / pleasure / and beaute Wyll bade from the as floure in maye For ye shall here / how our heuen kenge Calleth eueryman to a generall rekenynge Gyue audyens and here what he wyll saye ¶ God speketh God ¶ I perceyue here in my maiestye How that all creatures / be to me vnkynde Lyuynge without drede / in worldely prosperytye Of ghostly syght / the people be so blynde Drowned in synne / they know me not for ther god In worldely ryches is all theyr mynde They fere not my ryght wyllenes that sharpe tool My lawe that I shewed / whan I for them dyed They forgot clene / sheddynge of my blood so redde I hanged bytwene two theues / it cannot be denyed To get them lyfe I suffrede to be deed I heled theyr fete / with thornes hurt was my heed I coulde do nomore than I dyde truely And now I se the people do clene forsake me They vse the seuen deedly synnes dampnable As pryde / couetyse / wrathe / and lechery Now in the worlde be made commendable And thus they leue of aungeles the heuenly cōpany Eueryman lyueth so after his owne pleasure And yet of theyr lyfe they be not sure I se the more that I them forbere The worse they are from yere to yere All that lyueth apperyth faste Therfore I wyll in all the haste Haue a rekenynge of euery mannes persone For and I leue the people thus alone In theyr lyfe and wycked tempestes Verely they wyll be cume moche worse than bestes For now one wolde by enuy another vp ere Charytye they all do clene forgete I hoped well that eueryman In my glorye shulde make his mansyon And therto I had them all electe But now I se that lyke traytours deiecte They thanke me not for the pleasure that I to thē mēt Nor yet for theyr beynge that I them haue lente I profered the people great multytude of mercy And fewe there be that asketh it hertely They be so cumbred with worldly ryches That nedes on them I must do iustyce On eueryman lyuynge without feare Where art thou deth the myghty messengere ¶ Deth ¶ Almyghty god I am here at your wyll your commaundemente to fulfyll God ¶ Go thou to eueryman And shew hym in my name Apylgrymage / he must on hym take Which he in no wyse may escape And that he brynge with hym a sure rekenynge Without delay or ony taryenge Deth ¶ Lorde I wyll in the worlde go renouer all And truely out serche bothe great and small Eueryman I wyll be set that lyueth beestly Out of goddes lawes / and dredeth not foly He that loueth ryches I wyll stryke with my darte His syght to blynde / and from heuen depart Excepte that almes dedes be his good frende In hell for to dwell / worlde without ende Loo / yonder I se eueryman walkynge Full lytell he thynketh on my cummynge His mynde is on flesshely lustes / and his treasure And great payne / it shall cause hym to endure Before the lorde heuen kynge Eueryman / stonde styll / whether arte that goynge Thus gayly Hast thou thy maker forget ¶ Eueryman ¶ Why askest thou Woldest thou were Deth ¶ ye syr I wyll shew you In great hast I am sende to the From god out of his maiestye eueryman ¶ What / sende to me Deth ¶ ye certaynly Though thou haue forgete hym here He thynketh on the in the heuenly spere As or we departe thou shall knowe euery man ¶ What desyreth god of me Deth ¶ That shall I shewe the A rekenynge he wyll nedes haue Without lenger respyte euery man ¶ To gyue a rekenynge longer layser I craue This blynde mater trubleth my wytte Deth ¶ On the thou must take a longe Iourney Therfore thy boke of counte with the thou brynge For turne agayne thou can not by no waye And loke thou be sure of thy rekenynge For before god shalte thou answere and shewe Thy many badde dedes and good but a fewe How thou hast spede thy lyfe and in what wyse Before the chefe lorde of paradyse Haue a do that we were in that waye For were thou well thou shalte make none attournay euery man ¶ Full vneedy I am suche rekenynge to gyue I knowe the not what messanger arte thou Deth ¶ I am dethe that no man dredeth For euery man I rest and none spareth For it is goddes commaundement That all to me sholde be obedyent euery man ¶ O deth thou cūmest what I had the leeft in mynde In thy power it lyeth me to saue yet of my good wyll I gyue the yf ye wyll be kynde ye a thousande pounde shalte thou haue And dyfferre this mater tyll another daye Deth ¶ Euery man it may not be by no waye I set not by golde syluer nor rychesse Ne by pope / emperoure / kynge / duke / ne prynces For and I wolde receyue geftes great All the worlde I myght gete All my custome is clene contrary I gyue the no respyte come hens and not tary euery man ¶ Alas shall I haue no longer respyte I may saye deth geueth no warnynge To thynke on the it maketh my herte secke For all vnredy is my boke of rekenynge But .xii. yere and I myght haue a bydynge My countynge boke I wolde make so clere That my rekenynge I sholde not nede to fere Wherfore deth I praye the for goddes mercy Spare me tyll I be prouyded of remedy Deth ¶ The auayleth not to crye wepe and praye But hast the lyghtly that thou were gone the Iournaye And proue thy frendes yf thou can For weTe you well the tyde abydeth no man And in the worlde eche lyuynge creature For adams synne must dye of nature eueryman ¶ Deth yf I sholde this pylgrymage take And my rekenynge surely make Shewe me for saynt charyte Sholde I not come agayne shortly Deth ¶ No eueryman and thou be ones there Thou must neuer more come here Trust me veryly eueryman ¶ gracyous god in hye sete celestyall Haue mercy on me in this moost nede Shall I haue no company fro this vale